It has come the time where I can count the days, even the hours, before I make my way back to the United States, filled with pancakes and English and people that won’t smile at you. And yet, I can’t wait. I can’t wait to see everyone that I haven’t seen, and be in the bed that I haven’t been in, and just jump back into my daily routine. France has been an adventure and my french has benefited immensely from this experience, but I miss home and these days are more torturous than anything (maybe because it’s also finals week). I’m ready to spend my last summer at home before I go to college, for real this time, and experience my four years as a normal teenager in California at USC.